a morning with agnes martin

what a peaceful way to start a sunday after a warm cup of coffee and a pastry, studying the meticulous grids and zen color palettes of the artists collective works. there was definitely a decent amount of foot traffic, but i was still able to observe a few pieces on my own and at my own pace, which is all that matters really. (unlike manus x machina this summer, which i visited twice and both times were a crowded mess.)